Struggle For Supremacy
Today was liars. Asking me for help and lying about why. Lying about what. Demanding I do this and that. Putting a plate full of shit in front of me and telling me to eat.
The woman in tears asking me to find her son.
The man begging me to get his daughter back from his ex-wife who kidnapped her.
The woman who said her husband's been molesting their daughter.
The man who said he hasn't been locking himself in his daughter's room for hours every night.
I could hit someone, I swear to god.
Get in line.
So after work today I am driving to the store to get more vodka because I have gone through the last bottle already and there is some fuck in front of me going too slow.
There is a dreadlocked dirt-head in the intersection walking in circles, dazed, smiling.
Slowing me down.
There is an old lady in the checkout paying with singles and nickels and pennies and I'd like to snap her neck. There is the fucking semi-retarded clerk making her start over with the counting of pennies.
A guy backing out and blocking the exit.
I am on a short fucking fuse today.
You come here, you read this shit I put out, you might get the wrong idea about me. I sometimes aspire to spiritual creaminess, but don't get me wrong.
There is in me a slithering meanness.
I do not mean to complain about my small troubles. I just mean to say that it is often a mistake to hold others in high regard.
For we are flinty-souled and poor in spirit.
We have bad dentition.